Vārdi:
Game The Bad Intentions

you gon' kill in your verse? You need to sit down and learn to get down first 'Cause, uhh, real hoo-bangers are toast-slangers Not part-time FBI singers Niggas havin' bad intentions

make a bad change His father left and his mother had to maintain Moved to the ghetto, joined a gang, and began to slang Now he found himself caught up in the game

thrill, sweeter thang than Lauryn Hill As I return with a vengeance, here comes the day of independence Approach them all with some bad intentions In

what I do well at least I thought you knew They call me Pusha Damn I take you like a slap in the face Every time the bass is mentioned like I had bad intentions

over me I've got a little black cloud That follows me everywhere I go It takes over me I'm sick, I've got a real ill disposition My intentions are

Yo yo check it Unattached and calm sundaes and pills I palm with intentions to make it to the league Intrigued by two letter cars SE's and GS'ses

Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongue Smell good, Prada bag, angel perfume cologne I'm tryin' to have me that lipstick by Mac Make like a car accident

, be that dice game unfoldin' (What happened?) One of my dudes, seriously, he rollin' Then a couple of fools pull up and went for theirs a-course With intentions

't want no problems, so Better leave me alone and gone on Nigga, better leave me alone and gone on Ow, ow, ouch, it hurts so bad It hurts so bad I'm